The captain looked nervously towards the salted see. His eyes locked in a great terror. "Get this boat moving! They are almost on to us!" The captain says cowardly to his crew. All of them run around trying to help in anyway they can. If they could only keep ahead of them they could get away. Only one man stood still as everyone ran around. He was a brave and daring soul that most referred to as Samuel Smith. On his body was a musket specially crafted to suit his style and a cutlass fit for any sword fight. His hair was the tint of dirty brow with a matching goatee. Sam's attire was a simple baggy white tunic with leather brown pants. His green eyes shine with much fight in them as he awaits them..... The Pirates.